Had I done something wrong?
If so, what?
What did I do?
Why didn’t people like it?
I didn’t understand.
What had I done?
None wanted to tell me.
None wanted to speak to me.
I was alone, wondering if there was something I had done or said.
Something people didn’t like.
I didn’t understand.
I wanted to.
I wanted someone I could talk to.
I wanted someone to tell what I had done.
Because I had to have done something.
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